#ivar angst
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Hello,
Can you write an ivar x reader where, as a child reader had a crush on ivar and followed him around. He ends up saying mean things about her to his brothers, not realizing she can hear him. He ends up realizing he has feelings for her but she ends up moving away. Years later, she returns, and she's extremely pretty. Ivars hoping to confess how he feels, but his brothers have also noticed how pretty she's become.
Ivar the Boneless*Shy
Pairing: Ivar x f!reader
Word count: 2081
Warnings: being a shy kid, ivar being bullied by his brothers, ivar being mean as a kid, jealousy, ragnarsson brothers hitting on reader, angst fluff
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As the daughter of a Viking warrior and earl you were expected to be tough and ferocious and rambunctious and all other Viking traits. However, at five years old you were shy, timid, and terrified of Kattegat. You were here with your father on ‘business’ and had been practically clinging to the backs of his legs since you arrived.
It was Ragnar who suggested his sons show you around. Ten-year-old Ubbe took charge of that, giving you a tour around Kattegat as you silently nodded along. Eight-year-old Hvitserk and seven-year-old Sigurd couldn’t have cared less you were there so long as you were quiet when following them all around.
Five-year-old Ivar was sceptical at first, being equally as silent as you. Eventually you ended up at the edge of the forest sat beside Ivar as you watched the older three ‘train’ sword fighting with sticks. Ivar was angrily stabbing the dirt with his stick and didn’t even notice when you wondered off. However, he looked with interest when you returned, what looked like a hundred picked flowers in your apron.
You sat back beside him, dumping the flowers on the ground as you began to fashion a flower crown. “What are you doing?” Ivar’s voice made you jump making him mumble, “Sorry,” as he shuffled to see what you were creating.
“Daisy chains,” you told him, and you sat in silence as he watched you turn the hundred little flowers into a perfectly crafted crown. The whole thing was oddly fascinating for Ivar. “How does it look?” you asked as you placed it on your head.
Ivar grinned, “I love it,” and a toothy smile appeared on your face, “what else can you do?”
Soon you began to play games in the dirt, carving tik tac toe into it with the stick he’d been using earlier. You were laughing away so oblivious you didn’t realise the older boys had gotten bored and wandered off till you heard something howl in the distance.
“Where did they go?” you asked panicked.
“They do that sometimes,” Ivar shrugged. He’d gotten used to his brothers’ antics, but he’d been so wrapped up in the game he hadn’t noticed this time, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” another howl, “Okay maybe worry a little,”
Unfortunately, still Ubbe had been the one to carry him here. Ivar tried to pull himself along but soon you were trying to pull him through the forest. “I hate this!” he pouted, trying to pull away.
“It’ll be easier if you’re still!” you snapped, pulling his arms harder in frustration. “Wait here,” you dropped him with a huff as you went to grab a fallen branch.
“What are you doing?”
“Use it like a walking stick,” you said, hooking your arm around his back like in a three-legged race.
“This wont work,” he huffed making you glare. Begrudgingly he tried the crutch and a small washed over his face in a few steps. “I’m walking!”
“You’re walking!” you gleefully joined in as you helped him out the Forrest as the sun began to set. More laughter followed you on the way home though you had no idea that Aslaug had already found his brothers and scolded them immensely when she realised, you’d both been left behind. The anger soon washed away as you and Ivar walked into view.
For the next few days, you and Ivar did everything together. You were essentially attached at the hip. One evening while playing inside the Lodbrok’s house due to the storm outside Aslaug called you to the other room to rebraid your now messy hair.
“Bye boys. Bye Ivar,” you grinned before running to join Aslaug, all shyness gone.
“Bye Ivar,” Hvitserk and Sigurd teased, blowing kisses at Ivar.
“Shut up,” he grumbled.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“Are you gonna marry her?”
“Please what girl wants to marry a cripple?”
“Have you kissed her yet?” even Ubbe joined in the teasing now and any semblance of calm was soon gone.
“No!” Ivar screeched. “I don’t even like her!”
“You’re right,” Ubbe smirked, “you love her,” more fake kissing noises came from the three of them.
“Do not!” another screech came from him. He hadn’t seen Aslaug stand from the other room to come see what the fuss was all about, nor did he see you by her ankles, “She’s ugly and weird and I hate her!”
“Ivar!” Aslaug’s voice was the only one louder than Ivar’s. You however didn’t even wait before turning on your heels and running out the house into the storm. “No, wait!” Aslaug tried to stop you, but your feet were too fast.
You came burling up to your father, burying your head in his legs sobbing. “I want to go home. I hate it here. I hate it!” and for the rest of your trip which was thankfully only another day you clung to his side again. You vowed as you rode away, you’d never return.
-
The glares Ivar was getting from his mother could cut glass. “why would she play with you after all those things you said?” she hissed after pulling him aside.
“I didn’t mean it,” he mumbled, already on the verge of tears when you refused to play with him all day before leaving, “she wasn’t supposed to hear it,”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t have said it,”
-
Ivar was convinced you’d come back. a week later, maybe a month. Possibly a year. He kept changing the goal post when you never came. He got his hopes up at one point when he saw your father but was disappointed when he realised, you’d been allowed to stay home this time. The more years that passed the more he forgot.
He was shocked when he saw you again in the first time in over a decade. He almost didn’t recognise you at first, but you could say the same about him. You weren’t some shy, meek little girl anymore. You wore an infection smile, you laughed loudly, and you were downright gorgeous. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one to notice.
Its all his brothers had been talking about since you arrived this morning. “I hope mother has them over for dinner tonight,” Hvirserk said as the boys practised their axe throwing, “See if she wants to catch up,” the way he wiggled his brow made Ivar want to throw his axe at him.
Especially when the other two joined in with their agreements. “Please as if you have a chance brother,” Ubbe smirked, flinging the axe and almost hitting the bullseye, “Girl like that needs a real man,”
With a growl Ivar flung his own axe into the bullseye, knocking Ubbe’s out of place in the process before dragging himself away before he sunk his next axe in someone’s eye. “Talk about someone with no chances,” he heard Sigurd laugh as he stalked away.
-
You didn’t come over for dinner that night like they’d all hoped but rather the next day they saw you in the hall as your fathers celebrated their latest decision to go raiding together. You’d came in later than most and eyes were drawn to you instantly.
“Red is defiantly her colour,” Hvitserk slurred beside him, already several ales in, “I’m going to talk to her,” he tried to stand but Ubbe put a hand on his shoulder.
He pushed him back into his seat, “Brother you’re drunk. You’ll scare her of. Allow me to welcome her,”
“Please if you don’t want to scare her, I should go,” Sigurd joined the protests.
None of them except Ivar whose eyes never left you had noticed you walking straight for them, “Hello boys. Long time no see,” you smiled, even sending a small one to Ivar which made him wonder if you’d forgotten the whole affair.
“Well, well, look who it is,” Ubbe grinned, going in for a hug that made Ivar want to rip his skin off, “You look so different,” he said as he pulled away.
“Good different,” Hvitserk jumped in, “I barely recognised you,”
“I thought you always looked beautiful but now you’re just- “Sigurd rambled as you awkwardly blushed praying for them to stop. “a woman now,”
“Thanks?” you said, glancing down at Ivar, “Ivar,” all he could do was nod in response, scared anything he said would make it worse. “Well, I need to say hello to my family. I’ll see you boys around,” oh gods how he’d fucked this up.
-
While many were still in the hall drinking there had been a bonfire lit in the village square that Ivar was now staring into blankly. He’d left the festivities a while ago though he knew he wouldn’t be missed. There were a few people sitting around the fire, most with ale in their hands or a woman on their arms being obnoxious. If his legs didn’t hurt, he’d go into the forest to get away from them all.
“Hey,” a small, timid voice came from behind him making him turn. “Can I sit?” it was like you were children again, him permanently silent and you scared to even move.
Ivar nodded before turning back to the fire as you moved to sit beside him. You sat in silence for a few moments, staring into the flames. The fire was a good excuse for why Ivar’s cheeks felt so hot, but he knew deep down it was because of you.
“How have you been- “
“I’m sorry,” the words came spluttering out his mouth before he could think, his head whipping round to face your shocked expression, “For everything I said. I didn’t mean it, but I said it and I hated myself for it,” he paused when you stayed silent, turning back to the flames, “I doubt you even remember it. It was so long ago,”
A moment passed before you spoke even quieter than before, “I remember,” the words made his heart shatter, “I used to hate you,” somehow it broke more.
“And now?”
You turned to him with a small smile, “Now I’m not five anymore,” a smile crept onto his own face, “Besides if I’m to move here ill need someone to keep me company,” you grinned, nudging his knee with your own.
“You’re moving here?” Ivar felt his heart light up as you chuckled, nodding to confirm his glee. Then a sinking feeling hit him, “Did you tell my brothers yet?”
Ivar would be lying if he said the grimace on your face didn’t fill him with joy, “Not yet. You’re the only one of them who looked at my face the whole night,” you chuckled. He laughed but he felt his cheeks tinge pink, “They’re an interesting bunch, ill give them that. also, who’s Margaret?”
“What?” Ivar spluttered as you shrugged.
“Some girls told me to be careful after they saw me talking to Ubbe,”
He couldn’t help laughing a little, “Oh you’ve missed so much,”
“Good thing we’ve got plenty of time to catch up,” you grinned.
-
For the next week you were inseparable. Attached at the hip almost. It brought a smile to Aslaug face and a grimace to every boy your age. You’d both heard the subtle jabs about your closeness from his brothers, especially Sigurd, but somehow when you would put your hand on his clenched fist under the table, he felt his anger melt away.
You also seemed to be the only one who did not notice his legs. Right now, you were both sat by a tree on the edge of a lake as Ivar stared across the water and you worked daisies into your flower crown. “You’re improving,” he teased, seeing this one was in a much better state than your previous attempts.
“Please, id like to see you try,” you snorted, “You’re too rough to even make one chain,”
“I’m not rough with you,” he defended, and his heart melted at the small smile on your face.
“I know,” there was a breeze in the air, a slight chill that made you huddle closer, and no one else around to ruin the quiet. Ivar didn’t even protest when your head eventually made its way onto his shoulder, and you said nothing when his arm went around yours. For once everything was perfect. Especially when Ivar finally brought up the courage to say what he’d been thinking since the moment you reappeared in his life.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,”
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Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader
Warnings: Death, angst, fluff, best friends to lovers
Word count: ~2.800
"Ivar, please think straight now. You cannot sail with Ragnar, you will die, he is no longer the great king everyone took him for. He has left you and your brothers alone for many moons, and you have always been loyal to him, always believing in his soon return. But he is no longer a warrior, he has lost his trust in the gods and they have lost faith in him. How can you still follow him like an orphaned dog?"
The steady sound of his crutches dies away as he drops into one of the wooden chairs. For the first time since he revealed to me that he wants to sail to England with his father, his eyes find mine. Ice blue gazes bore into my iris, making me forget to breathe for a few moments.
"(y/n), he is still my father...."
"Yes your father, the one who abandoned you and who now has to pay warriors to sail with him. Quite some time ago, it was everyone's greatest honor to go on plunder with your father, but those days are long gone. Your father's time is over Ivar, you are sailing to your certain death if you follow him."
Ivar's grip on his crutch tightens and I realize he is struggling with his anger. I am also aware that he would have killed, or at least maimed, anyone else who would speak of his father in such a way. But beeing best friends for many years, seems t to allow me certain privileges.
"(y/n)..."
"No Ivar, why are you so intent on sailing to England with him. You can make a name for yourself here and achieve great things. You can stay with me, we will find a way to bring you glory. Isn't it enough for you to be with me? A plunder in England, moreover without a proper army, is far too dangerous for a man like you..."
As soon as the last of these words leaves my lips, I realize that I have made a big mistake. Horrified, I clasp my hands in front of my mouth, my eyes widen in shock, and I watch tensely as Ivar stands up with the help of his crutch and stumbles a few steps toward me. The look in his eyes squeezes the air out of my lungs and I feel like I'm becoming a blood eagle myself.
"Ivar, please..."
"A man like me? What are you trying to say with that?"
"Ivar..."
"Shut up..."
Abruptly, I close my mouth and bury my teeth in my lower lip, the vile taste of iron spreading across my tongue.
"I really thought that at least you wouldn't see me as a cripple, that at least you...my best friend, the person I trust the most and who occupies the most space in my heart, would see me as more than a failed man."
Everything in me cries out to apologize, to tell Ivar that I didn't mean it, but the look in his eyes alone tells me all I need to know.
"And coming back to your question, no, being here with you is not enough. YOU are not enough."
I can literally feel the color draining from my face and I'm sure in that moment that a blood eagle wouldn't have hurt as much as his words. My lower lip begins to tremble suspiciously and my eyes fill with tears.
"Ivar...please...you don't mean that."
"I mean every word I said exactly as I said it..."
The coldness in his voice makes me shiver and the first tears fall from my eyes, tracing a fine trail down my cheek to my collarbone.
"....and now go, I don't want to see you anymore. And even if I die in England, it's better than living an insignificant life here with you."
After these words, he turns his back to me and I watch in despair as he disappears into the back rooms of the great hall. Loud sobs escape my throat and I feel my legs give way as I fall to the cold stone floor. My desperate sounds echo off the stone walls and I bury my head in my hands to avoid seeing anything. A few weeks later, the news of Ragnar's next great raid spreads through the streets of Kattegat. Again and again I try to talk to Ivar, to convince him to stay with me, or at least to be able to apologize so that we don't part in a quarrel. But each time I am met anew by one of his brothers, each of them desperately trying to explain to me that Ivar must do this to prove himself a true Viking. I know they are right, I know that Ivar desires nothing more than to prove himself worthy in the eyes of his father. However, this does not prevent me from caring for him. To be scared for him.
So it happens that a few weeks later I am standing on the dock and watching with eyes clouded over with sadness as Ivar ponderously makes his way to the ship. His gaze wanders again and again, searching, almost longingly over the crowd of people that has gathered on the pier. It gives the impression that he is searching for someone, as if he is on the lookout for someone. For a brief moment I hope that it is me he seems to be looking for, however, his words keep coming to my mind, deeply burned into my heart. Which is why I quickly banish the thought of him looking for me from my mind and push further into the background of the crowd.
My heart sinks as I watch the ships begin to move and Ivar moves further and further away from Kattegat and therefore away from me, unsure of whether we will ever see each other again or if the news of Ivar the Boneless's death will soon haunt Kattegat.
Many moons pass, the pain in my heart seems to consume me, every day I wake up hoping that things would get better, easier. But rather the opposite is the case, every day I send pleading and begging to Odin, promising him a great sacrifice, all so that Ivar, my Ivar returns safe and sound. Even if he will not speak a single word to me in his entire life, I still want him to return in one piece.
Winter is approaching Kattegat in great strides, the few things that grow here have already been harvested and everyone is diligently preparing for the impending cold that will soon come over Kattegat.
Light sweat forms on my forehead as I throw the last ingredients for my stew into the large cast-iron pot in the center of my hut. The warmth spreads comfortably as the open fire casts mysterious shadows through the cabin.
I wince abruptly as a loud, muffled knock shakes my front door, puzzled as to who would be disturbing me at this late hour, I don't move from the spot.
"(y/n) it's me....please open the door."
A soft gasp escapes my lips as I move with quick steps to the door, a loud noise ringing out as I let it crash backwards against the wall. But all this could not be more irrelevant to me at this moment. Eyes widening, I look at the hunched person in front of me, half his weight propped up on my door frame, while his other hand holds a tight grip onthe crutch next to him.
"Ivar..."
My emerging joy however is quickly shattered by the sight of him, swollen, heavily reddened eyes staring back at me, making the blue of his eyes shine even more strongly. His whole form seems to have fallen apart, deep worry lines run through his beautiful features. At this moment, he looks like a broken man.
"May I come in?"
His broken voice startles me out of my dull thoughts and I take a step to the side, nodding to give him enough room.
With a loud sigh, he lowers himself onto the wooden bench next to the fire, for a moment closing his eyes in pleasure as the heat of the flames caresses his skin. Silently I watch him for a moment, soaking up the sight of him, trying to make my heart understand that he is really sitting here in front of me.
"Would you like something to eat? I put on some fresh stew."
His silent nod is answer enough and just a few minutes later, I fill two wooden bowls full of stew before holding one of them up to Ivar. He accepts it with a grateful smile and sinks the first spoonful into his gullet.
An awkward silence spreads between us, the quarrel before his departure still hanging over our friendship like a test of endurance, unspoken questions on my tongue but not daring to leave my lips. The sound of wood on wood startles me from my thoughts, and I watch as Ivar sets his bowl down on the floor in front of him before rubbing his hands together in a warming motion.
"Thank you."
Noisily, I swallow my bite before replying.
"You're welcome."
Briefly, an uncomfortable silence threatens to fall over us again, but Ivar breaks it faster than it could have spread.
"My father is dead."
With a loud noise, the bowl slips through my frozen fingers, the stew spreading at my feet, seeping into the spaces between the wooden boards on the floor.
"Ivar..."
"My father is dead."
A glazed expression enters his eyes and only a few seconds later the hut is filled with Ivar's sobs, his whole body is shaken with sobs and he buries his head in his hands.
It takes a moment for me to really process his words, for their meaning to really settle into my inner being. With careful steps, I move toward the man in front of me and carefully place my hands on his shoulders. A silent cry escapes me as he pulls me onto his lap without warning and buries his face between my breasts. Without thinking about it for long, I begin tenderly stroking through his full, brown hair. The individual strands glide gently through my fingers, leaving a pleasant feeling on my skin. Again and again I whisper words of encouragement in his ear, but even when his body has calmed down and his breathing seems even again, he doesn't even think about loosening his grip on my body or putting distance between us.
Only when the fire is extinguished, and the cold has returned to the hut as the darkness is broken only by the few candles that I have lit, I lean back a little, causing his face to slip from my chest with a discontented sound.
A mixture of sadness and weariness lie in his eyes, any radiance gone from them as he presses into the motions of my hand almost longingly.
"When's the last time you really slept?"
A worried expression comes to my face as a guilty glint flits across his features.
"It's been a while."
With a careful movement, I rise from his lap, careful not to break his vulnerable bones.
"Let's make sure you get some sleep this night then."
A short time later, we are now lying pressed tightly together in my narrow bed. What gave me a sense of security and friendship back when I was a child now comes with a fast-beating heart and an unfamiliar blush to my cheek. But Ivar doesn't seem to feel any different.
"It's been some time since we've been in the same bed together," he says.
"Yes, the last time was when we were children."
A hotter laugh escapes his throat.
"Yeah, everything was easier then..."
His words just a whispered sentence, soon lost in the darkness of the room. Silence overtakes us and for a few moments I think that Ivar has already fallen asleep. But the sudden emergence of his voice proves me wrong.
"I want to apologize...for everything I said to you back then. You were, are and will always be the most important person in my life. I'm sorry for making you feel like you weren't."
His words send a warm shiver through my body, a pleasant warmth spreads in the pit of my stomach, and a wide smile creeps onto my lips.
"An apology from Ivar the Boneless. Thank you gods for letting me live to hear this."
"If you tell anyone, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."
The joking undertone of his voice elicits a bright laugh from me and I search for his with my hand, carefully sliding my fingers between his and then interlocking them together. Tentatively, Ivar begins to draw delicate patterns on the back of my hand with his thumb.
"You know what was odd?"
"What?"
Asking, I turn my head toward the sound of his voice.
"During all that time, even when we were in captivity and my father's fate had been sealed. I could only think of you. At the time when it was not clear whether I could ever again perceive the bustle and smell of Kattegat, I could only think of you. Your face, your laugh, the way you squinted your eyes when I tried to explain something to you, your stubbornness, your gentle fingers running through my hair...it was all I could think about. I hated myself for not saying goodbye to you, that the last words I said to you were not the loving, tender words you deserved, but the words of a scared little boy..."
"Ivar...."
With a jerky movement I sit up and look down at him . The light from the candle on the nightstand casts a, warm orange glow on his face, making his skin glow and his eyes sparkle.
"Please let me finish. I don't know if I'll ever be able to muster the courage again, if not now...."
A silent nod from me is all he needs in response, as all at once he lifts our still joined hands to his lips, leaving a tender kiss on each of my fingertips before continuing.
"...With each night that I have not been able to be close to you, I have come to understand the real reason why you can upset me so, why only your opinion matters to me, and why your doubts about me and my manhood, my ability to plunder have hurt me so deeply..."
"Why?"
My voice is just a hotter whisper as I wait in anticipation and excitement for his next words.
"Because I love you. Because the stupid crush I had on you as a child has turned into a real, true love."
Tears of emotion rise in my eyes and run down my cheek in hot, salty trails.
"Ivar..."
"I love you (y/n), so much."
My incredulous laughter fills the darkness and I can't help but bridge the distance between us, pressing my lips to his, lit by the candlelight. A surprised sound escapes him before he joins in my steady movements and returns my caresses. Our lips mould together and moving in perfect harmony. A hot gasp escapes his lips, swollen from kissing, as I finally break away from them. He lovingly strokes individual strands from my face before letting his cool hand rest on the overheated skin of my cheek. Amazement and joy are clearly readable from his eyes.
"Does that mean....?"
"I love you too Ivar..more than you can imagine." With a loud, hearty laugh, he wraps his arms around my body and pulls me onto his torso. I can feel his pronounced abdominal muscles clearly through my thin sleeping robe as he does so, his body heat surrounds me and again and again I noticed how he presses tender kisses on the crown of my head.
My head, meanwhile, rests on his chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat calming my senses and allowing an inner peace to settle over my body.
"I will go back to England to join my brothers in revenge for our father's death."
I can clearly feel his body tense beneath me after those words, much like he's afraid of my answer. Which I can't blame him for after our last argument.
"I know. And this time, I'll go with you. Side by side"
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Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader
Ivar loves war more than you
CW: arguments, swearing, slight smut and submissive Ivar, anger, aggression
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Even though he was your betrothed, you knew that you'd always be second best in Ivar's head and you just had to accept it. Whilst you had no say over the marriage there was no use being bitter, he was obsessed with war and blood. You yourself were also a warrior but you were pregnant and couldn't risk the date of their heir in such a careless way but, Ivar didn't share your anxiety towards death. He only thought of Valhalla, his obsession with becoming a warrior and dying noble and brave was taking its toll on you and you didn't know how to tell him it was happening because of him.
"I made some beautiful kills today, my love." Ivar grinned as he came into your quarters, you were laid back on the pillows cradling your ever growing stomach bump.
He was covered in blood, hadn't even spared a moment to wipe his face and you hated how attractive you found him in this high-testosterone state. Ivar was way too excited to realise how clean your night dress was as he lay a hand over your stomach and just smiled up at you. His sweet face sending a warm feeling to your stomach because you knew he was home safe, at least for now.
"Be careful, my love. No pressing, I think she's sleeping." You put your hand on top of his gently.
"Ah, she will be a strong girl like her mother with more need for sleep than the normal person!" He joked and you slapped him on the head lightly with a laugh.
"No matter how excited you are you always find time to discuss my sleeping habits don't you, dearest?" You raised an eyebrow and Ivar giggled. He climbed up onto your bed and thrust off his tunic that was spattered with blood on the sleeves. He grabbed a cloth from beside the bed and cleaned his face, seeming to have woken up from all the excitement and realising how clean you were.
"I'll always be happy to discuss how much sleep you require, plus making a little bit of fun toward you is always my favourite pastime." Ivar leant on your breasts, holding the other in his hand as you stroked his hair.
"Someone's comfortable, hmm?" You asked and he hummed a yes into your chest, enjoying himself a bit too much.
"Pregnancy has made these bigger, I'll have to get you pregnant again so I can enjoy it once more." He kissed both your breasts and then your lips as you hit him on the head again.
"You're a dirty man, my betrothed. Not even married me and already filled me with a child." You looked down at him lovingly, your anxiety calmed as soon as he walked in the door and you knew it wasn't healthy for the baby but you didn't know what you'd do if he was seriously hurt.
"You're welcome." Ivar grinned.
"Don't leave me again, okay?" You held him close to you and squashed him against your body and closed your eyes.
"You know I can't agree to that." Ivar whispered and you sighed, not saying anything else "Y/n, you knew what I was when you accepted my proposal. I am a Ragnarsson, I am born to do this and have a right."
You still said nothing and you knew the child growing in you made your emotions go into a concentrated form whenever you felt something but you couldn't deal with it anymore. You pushed him away from you and turned over in bed, hugging yourself and staying silent.
"Y/n, please." Ivar sounded desperate but you couldn't see his blood spattered body right now, you couldn't deal with the reminder that Ivar would be gone by the morning.
Ivar sighed and turned over, back to you as he slowly went into a deep sleep. You sat up and lit a candle by your bed, you started circling your hand over your stomach.
"You're going to be perfect, and no one will ever hurt you. You're going to stay with me and learn new languages and arithmetic and how to govern. I don't know if you'll meet your father, but I will always be here to keep you safe, little one." You were whispering but Ivar heard every word and it sent a pang of pain to his stomach, he felt too unwillingly guilty.
Ivar craved war, he craved death by battle and yet he wanted you and wanted to be with you constantly. He wanted a lazy morning with you, massaging your aching back and falling asleep on your chest. Ivar wanted to kiss you, he wanted to kill, he wanted to give you love but he needed to vanquish all who dared test him and his rule.
You were smiling down at your stomach, imagining when he or she would be in your arms after however long and hard the birth would be. It would all be worth it to hold their delicate little body in your arms and feel that connection that you had felt immediately with Ivar. You missed that immediate connection you made with Ivar, you knew that you already had it with this baby even though they weren't here yet. The moment you'd met Ivar you knew you had to speak to him more, you had to find out everything about him and couldn't sleep without thinking of him. Even though he didn't seem to want you anymore you still craved him and conversations with him, your love for your betrothed was unmistakable and unmatched. Until this baby was born there was no one you loved more than Ivar.
Ivar suddenly turned over and sat up next to you, it made you jump slightly but his next movements were slow. He shuffled over and leant his head on your shoulder, laying a hand over yours on your stomach and gripping it. He kissed your shoulder and stayed quiet, just holding you and your stomach gently showing his affection through touch. Ivar had never been good with words when it came to gentleness or affection, he was so much better at physical representations of it.
"I'm sorry." Ivar whispered and you leant your head on his.
"It's okay, angel." You kissed the top of his head and he turned his face to look at yours with tears in his eyes.
The blood still clung to his cheeks and he looked so beautiful and vulnerable next to you that you struggled to not take him into your arms and never let him leave. But you knew you couldn't control him and you couldn't make him stay.
"I'm not good for you, I just cause you stress and I… I just can't fucking say what I want to and I just- fuck," he paused "I love you. I love you so much and fuck I just loose all my words when it's only you with me. I'm so enchanted by you, my love."
"We both know you're not always the best with words but you have your moments. That was lovely." You smiled softly and leant forward till you were nose to nose with Ivar.
"You're just trying to make me laugh now." Ivar smirked and you blushed, unable to hide your intentions. You loved seeing him smile.
"Yeah and so what?" You slowly kissed him and Ivar held your face with one hand and kept the other hand on your stomach.
"I will never let anything bad happen to either of you," Ivar said quietly as you drew apart and rested your foreheads together "You are my world, my night sky full of stars, my sea full of creatures, my reason for being. I have never cared for a person the way I care for you, never take my need for war as a dismissal of you and your feelings."
You closed your eyes and wiped your eyes, unable to control your emotions and how your hormones amplified everything. You missed him so much day to day that moments like these were so treasured.
"Don't cry, my love. You are brave and so am I, I will never die because the Gods do not want it. The Seer told me so." Ivar stroked your cheek.
"I do not cry for myself or for you, I cry for our unborn child. What if they never meet you? What if they never know your care or your love?" You pulled away from Ivar a bit and wiped your eyes and your nose again.
"I am Ivar the Boneless, son of Ragnar and Aslaug, I was cursed at birth to live a life of suffering and hopelessness and yet I am King. I am unmistakably the ruler of Kattegat and respected by kingdoms str thing across our great lands. Our child will be blood of my blood, they will be as battle hungry as me and as respected as I. Regardless of their troubles they will feel our love, they will know their importance in this world." Ivar held your face in both of his hands and you smiled at him before kissing his cheeks one by one.
"They will be your blood and better for it. I just long for you, it's selfish and I know it is but I can't help my need for you." You looked longingly into Ivar's eyes and another sharp pain hit Ivar's stomach as he thought about you missing him.
"I just wish you could turn your mind off whilst I am away, that you could separate your anxiety from your general thoughts because I will always come back to you." Ivar whispered, leaning the side of his head against the headboard.
"If only I could believe you." You smiled sadly and Ivar looked away from your eyeline, he was ashamed.
"I cannot give you guarantees. I know that that isn't good enough and I know that you need more than that but this is who I am. Maybe it's healthier for both of us to have more realistic opinions of each other at least for now." Ivar looked at you sympathetically and you hated it, like you were some cooped up lover who couldn't stand up for themselves.
"So I can't expect you to be better? I can't want you to be more supportive and more present in our relationship and your relationship with this baby? What about when they're born and you won't even be there? They won't even know their father!" You yelled, your face getting hot with anger and frustration.
"Oh for fuck, this is ridiculous! You knew who I fucking was! You knew and yet you still carried on. You knew you could get pregnant, you knew we'd get married and yet you just fucking expect something else from me!" Ivar screamed back and your eyes started welling up, you stood up and walked away from the bed, back facing him.
"I don't want to see you when I wake up. Don't fucking come back for all I care, if you love war more than me and your child then what the fuck are you even doing here." You said in a calm voice, not willing to let him see you cry.
"Maybe I fucking will, maybe I'll be fucking dead tommorow! You'd love that wouldn't you, fucking slut making me get you pregnant so you could hold all this shit on me!" He yelled it with so much malice you had to grit your teeth together behind your closed mouth, holding back so much aggression because you couldn't fight him and keep your baby safe.
"You're a fucking bastard, Ivar. Stop acting like I'm a whore! I'm no thrall, I'm not one of you little one night stands who doesn't deserve anything from you, my king. I'm a fucking Princess in my own right, I owe you nothing! We both knew I could get pregnant and we both knew we would be married if it happened. You said you loved me, you fucking said it first you… you fucking…" you trailed off, unable to finish because your head was so scrambled. What was he saying?
"You're not worth the breath I used to shout at you, so what if I said it first?! You fucking entrapped me! You made me love you with all your treatment of me and stupid fucking affection. Of course I had to get out and go to war because you were turning me into something I wasn't!" Ivar yelled his eyes wide open and eyebrows furrowed in an anger induced state. You turned around to face him
"Yeah that's right. I made you fall for me. Just like how I made myself love you, listen to yourself, Ivar. You're not thinking straight, I thought you loved this child? I thought you loved this relationship but God, what are we anymore?" You let a tear drop down your cheek as you held your stomach with one hand and your back with the other. You wished your baby was big enough to start kicking so you didn't feel so alone.
Ivars' expression changed, his eyebrows relaxed and his eyes softened as he realised what he'd said and what he couldn't take back. He knew what he'd done, he knew he'd disregarded your own sacrifices and disrespected you repeatedly. You were carrying his fucking child and yet he couldn't offer you even an ounce of respect. He asked too much of you, he would leave you for weeks at a time and only send letters every now and then. Before you were pregnant he would send you letters and send for you like a dog because he missed your touch and your kind words and now…now you were standing in front of him tears streaming holding your child in your hand.
Ivar crawled forward on the bed and three his legs around to be hanging off the side. He held out his hand to you and you took it with the hand holding your back. Ivar would give you the fucking moon if he had too, to win back your trust because he didn't mean any of it. He just missed your presence, your love and your affection that he had cursed you for not so long ago. As you stepped closer to him you went in-between his legs that had fallen apart, he leant his head gently on your stomach with the side of his face and stroked your stomach with his hand.
This unexpected tenderness made you well up, you had to look up to stop yourself from sobbing because you had missed this so much it hurt. Placing a hand on his head you stroked his hair gently and Ivar closed his eyes, taking in your scent and how in love with you he really was. He was so undeserving of love in his own opinion that he pushed it away without a moment's thought toward the consequences of his harsh words.
"I'm so sorry. I will be better, I will do better, I will be better." Ivar sounded like he was crying and you snaked your hand round to be under his chin, slowly lifting it up and seeing tears in his eyes.
He looked up at you with tearful puppy dog eyes and you fell in love with him all over again. You wanted to slap him, tell him he was a cunt for talking to you that way but violence wouldn't help anything so you just stroke his cheek with your thumb as you hand held his face. Ivar put his arms around your legs and hugged you close to him before kissing your bump.
"I don't understand why you treat me the way you do, but fuck…I know you love me. You have to be better, I can't take it especially when stress can impact the baby. I just can't do it anymore." You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and went back to looking at Ivar who had started sobbing and then dropped to the floor his legs apart as he dragged himself to bend his knees. You tried to help him up but he stopped you, holding your skirts he looked up at you with wet eyes.
"I beg for your forgiveness, I beg for your love, I beg for you to be my wife. I will fucking beg and keep myself in pain for as long as is necessary because I can't loose you." Ivar let out a sob and you couldn't help but let your mouth open slightly. He had never shown such vulnerability, such willingness to change. The King was on his knees begging for you to be his. You knelt down in front of him and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly and tasting salt mixed with copper and ale. It was quite a horrific mix on your tongue but you didn't care, you needed to be close to him.
Ivar put a hand on your ass and pulled you closer to him as one of your hands went round his neck and put pressure on both sides slightly. You'd learnt pretty quickly in your sexual relationship that Ivar didn't always enjoy being in control and loved submitting. It wasn't an overtly sexual interaction more of a powerplay, he knew that you were in charge and let you do whatever you wanted. You began to kiss his neck softly as he whimpered near your ear.
"I fucking love you." He whispered to you and you choked him harder, his head rolling backwards as he moaned.
"I know you do, Angel," You licked the lobe of his ear and heard his breath shudder slightly. "If you ever talk to me like that again, I will never touch you like this ever again." You withdrew your touch from him and he nodded, you slapped him and raised your eyebrow.
"Y-yes I understand." He whispered looking up at you adoringly and you smiled.
Helping him get his knees out of the uncomfortable position and be straight out in front of him you sat on his lap and kissed his forehead "I love you." He told you and you believed him, he trusted you so deeply.
"Now come here." You gently pulled his head to lean on your chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you and started crying softly, you could tell how remorseful he felt and how much he regretted what he had done.
"I'm staying with you tomorrow." Ivar whispered against your breasts and you smiled, stroking his hair slowly.
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AN: I'm very happy to do more Ivar imagines if anyone wants any. I haven't written Vikings in like three years but still adore it xx
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Married Woman (Ivar & Bjorn)
You find yourself attracted to a man that is not your husband. Worst of all, he loves you too.
The first time you saw him, you were instantly drawn to him. It was not because he is a son of Ragnar, you didn’t even know at the beginning. It was all himself. His broad shoulders and his blue eyes were quick to hypnotize you. The next thing you knew, you were in his bed. You could easily say that night was one of the best you spent with him. From then on, your relationship moved quite fast. He wanted to marry you, and you didn’t oppose. You married at Hedeby, his mother’s domain. You met him there when he came back from avenging his father in England. Your family just moved to the town in hopes to marry you. They were not disappointed when Bjorn Ironside took you as his. Not that you were complaining. Marrying a prince was more than you were expecting, considering that your parents are farmers.
“It’s really hard to be here and look at you, as though I’m not completely in love with you.”
The thread you were knitting breaks when you hear Ivar behind you. You stand up and turn to face him. He is by the door that leads to the hall. You take a quick look around the resting room, you are lucky it’s empty right now.
“Ivar, you know you can not say those things.” You scold, looking directly at him.
His gaze is so intense you have to look back at your knitting. You are making a robe for Bjorn. Lately, he has been a little distant. You think it is perhaps because you have yet to get pregnant. Yet, considering that you have not slept together in two weeks, it is a little hard to do so.
“It is the truth, should I lie, uhm?” he raises a brow mockingly.
You met Ivar a few months ago when Bjorn decided to come back to Kattegat for a while. You had just been married for a few weeks then, still, you instantly knew that Bjorn was not a man that stayed in one place. When you arrived at Kattegat, you also learned that you were not your husband’s first wife. Apparently, Torvi had just separated from him before he went to Hedeby. And he had another wife before her that disappeared.
You leave your knitting behind and walk to the other side of the room. “It is something you should not say to your brother’s wife,” you respond without glancing his way.
Ivar has always harbored feelings for you. They were not evident at first. He was just kinder to you than he was to everyone else. Then he started to get bolder, to the point that even Ubbe had noticed. Luckily, neither Queen Aslaug nor Bjorn suspected anything. You thought that perhaps if they knew, they would surely kick you out. Not that it was your fault Ivar felt that way, or that you have done anything with him. You have not.
You hear Ivar’s crutch as he approaches you. Your heart starts pounding rapidly inside your chest. Even if you have never done anything, you cannot deny how your body reacts to him. It is not that you do not have feelings for Bjorn anymore, it is just that what Ivar brings out in you is stronger. Ivar’s hand finds its way to your hip. His fingers delicately trace inconsistent patterns on your hip bone. Your skin burns to the contact in spite of the clothing in its way. You try desperately to control your breathing. He cannot know that his desire is reciprocated because if he does, you are scared of what he will do. You are scared you might do not want to stop him.
“My brother does not deserve you,” he whispers in your ear. “You know how he is. I’m sure Torvi has warned you he is quick to fall out of love.” She did warn you, but you refuse to believe it.
You try to step away, but he does not let you. “It is fine, once I am with child it will be fine.” you attempt to justify.
Your skin feels hot to the touch. You want to escape the feelings that Ivar causes in you, so you think that if you turn around, he will put distance between you. However, once your eyes clash with his, his hold on you tightens. You have never been this close to Ivar. For a moment, all of your rational thoughts leave your brain instantly. The only thing you can think of is his eyes. They are so unlike his brother’s. The shade is the same, yet they transmit something entirely different. They make you feel something completely new.
At that moment of insanity, you take a step towards him. Your senses drown in his presence. You feel you, yet you feel more. Your hand finds its way to his neck. He is taller than you and you love it. His chest clashes with yours and both your breaths mix. You do not know what you are doing, but it feels so right. It is like welcoming your lover after how long raid far from home. It is everything you wish you felt with Bjorn but never did.
“Once you are with me,” he murmurs on your lips, “it will be fine.”
You do not have time to process what is happening, or even to think. One moment he is looking at you like you are his whole life, and the next, he is eating you like you are the greatest feast ever served. His lips mold perfectly with yours. Your hands cup his neck exquisitely. His hand moves from your hip to your back, leaving a trace of fire on its path. Your tongues dance like never before, and you forget your name. It feels like, before this moment, you didn't truly know what happiness and passion were like.
You feel the hold on his crutch slightly wavering. You know that he is strong, yet he must be feeling lightheaded like you. You part from him momentarily, and he tries to follow your lips with his. You pay no mind and quickly locate a chair nearby. You push him towards it. He sits with a puzzled look on his face. Still, he easily knows what you are up to once you climb on his lap.
Your mouths take no time to find each other again. Now, both of his hands caress your sides and your back lovingly. Meanwhile, yours play with his braided hair. You wish it were loose so you could run your fingers through it. You move your hips involuntarily. That causes a moan to escape his mouth. If you were not aroused before, you are now. You continue with your movements so you can listen to the delicious sounds his mouth makes. It is until he places his hand in your left breast that you realize you are moaning too. Right now, you are not thinking that you are in a room where anyone could walk in. You are not thinking about Bjorn. Or the fact that you are kissing his brother.
A loud crash breaks the atmosphere instantly. In the doorway, a male thrall is standing with a surprised look on his face. At his feet, there is a jug with spilled mead. You quickly climb out of Ivar. The thrall turns away, apologizes, and scurries off. You do not try to go after him to prevent him from saying anything. You are too embarrassed to even glance at Ivar. The silence stretches for a moment.
“I…” before Ivar can say something else, you run out the door.
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A few days go by. You have been ignoring Ivar ever since the kiss. You only talked when he told you that he took care of the thrall. You did not ask what he did, but you suspect it. A dead slave would not be questioned. In that short conversation, you only managed to nod and flee. The desire you feel for him is too great to simply ignore. Now that he knows he is reciprocated, he has been more persistent in his advances. It has made it nearly impossible to avoid him. Still, what you fear the most is that if you are in a room alone with him, all of your resolutions will be broken again. You fear Bjorn noticing your heart no longer belongs to him. You do not think he will hold it against you, but you still care for him. You do not want to break his heart.
On the other hand, some part of you believes it will not be broken. He has kept on being distant towards you. The night you kissed Ivar, you tried to sleep with him out of guilt. Your advances were stronger than the nights before, and he finally complied. It is safe to say that was the worst sex of your life. At first, he could not get it up, and then it was just not… satisfying. You had to conjure the image of his brother in your mind in order to finish. So, even more so than the neglecting, that was what made you think there could be another woman. Torvi had warned you, so had Ivar and Ubbe. You did not believe it then. Now you do.
As you follow Bjorn through the streets of Kattegat, some part of you wishes to be wrong. You do not want him to cheat on you, which is a bit hypocritical considering you kissed Ivar.
A woman crashes with you, and she murmurs insults your way. Nevertheless, when she looks at your face, she stops. Recognition flashes in her eyes. She smirks, apologizes, and then says something like "one of Ironside wives". The comment bothers you, not because that would make you second to other women in Bjorn's life, but because that means that you are not even memorable to the people of Kattegat. They think you will be gone soon, forgotten in the list of many wives. That you are just one of the many he will have. Still, you must not let it show that it bothered you, so you look down on her way and walk off.
The little encounter makes you lose sight of Bjorn. It takes you a while to find again his blond hair in the crowd. When you do, you see him entering a cabin on the outskirts of town. It was hard to trail him without him noticing, but now that you have seen where he went, you do not want to ruin it. You wait a few minutes at a safe distance, but no one comes inside. Slowly, you approach the place. Your heart is pounding rapidly, wondering what you will find.
The first thing you notice is the loud moans of a woman. That makes you freeze on the spot. Your head screams ‘I knew it’ but you need to see, to make sure. There is a crack in the wood near the door, you go near it. The hole is big enough to show you what is inside. From your spot, you have a direct view of the bed. You are not surprised by what you see.
Your husband, Bjorn, is bent over a woman laying in fours on the bed. You cannot see her face, but you distinguish blonde hair. Bjorn is pounding rapidly into her. The cabin is filled with her moans and the obscene sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Bjorn groans above her. He grabs her by the hair, lifting her face, and that is when you recognize her. You have never talked with her, after all, she is merely a thrall. You think her name is Freydis. You remember her because she used to cling to Ivar until she realized he was not interested. Back then, you had been slightly jealous. Now, looking at your husband fuck her makes you feel… relief.
You had expected to drown in betrayal or heartbreak. None of that happens. Instead, it is then that you realize that you can be free about your feelings for Ivar. If Bjorn does not care about you any longer, then it does not matter that you are in love with another. You no longer have to remain loyal to him or feel guilty over a simple kiss. Especially with him fucking a slave for Odin knows how long. However, you crave closure. So while Bjorn is still pounding her cunt, you open the door noisily.
Your husband looks up from his task and stops abruptly. He says your name, shocked, and pushes Freydis away. The slave falls to the ground with a thud, but you do not spare a glance her way.
“I know now why you were distant,” you talk first.
He stands up and covers himself with the furs. “I…”
You do not let him talk. You have never seen Bjorn Ironside startled, yet it is your turn to express your feelings. “It is ok, Bjorn. I do not mind, nor do I feel betrayed. Everyone warned me this would happen. Tell me, do you still love me?”
He is even more surprised now. He looks down at Freydis and then at you. He seems embarrassed, though certain. It takes him a while to answer. “I am sorry. I still care about you, but not the way I used to.”
You nod in understanding. “It seems like the gods had put us together to derive our paths to someone else.”
For a moment, he appears confused. Then, a knowing smile overcomes his face. “Ivar, am I right?”
Now is your time to be startled. “How did you…”
He interrupts you. “He is not very subtle… The way he looks at you, I have never looked at anyone that way.” At least he is honest about not loving the thrall either. Then, he adds: “just be careful with him, yes? He is still Ivar The Boneless.” You both know what he means, but you are done listening to your now ex-husband. You nod at him and walk away.
Your body is buzzing with freedom inside your veins. The love and desire you feel for Ivar drives you to search for him. You know he must be in the forest right now, probably in the spot he showed you once; where he went to think. It is not very far from where you are now. You bypass half Kattegat and then scurry off into the woods. The hike seems endless, but it is the best one of your life. Your heart beats fast, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. You have to control yourself before you meet him . You tell yourself that over and over again. And yet, when you see his back, you shout his name. He turns around and sees you.
He is confused, you can see it in his eyes, but when you sit in his lap and kiss him senselessly, he does not pull away. He places his hands on your face and pulls you closer. You know that you must explain everything to him. Tell him that you are no longer married, that your heart belongs to him, that you want with him what you could not with his brother. You want to tell him that and more, but for now, you express it in the kiss. And when he pulls away and looks into your eyes, you know he understands.
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Unexpected: Part 4
Summary: Ragnar returns, angst ensues (yes, he has that effect).
Notes: How do we feel about the reader finding out she’s preggers while Ivar is gone? (no, he won’t die on the raid)
Tagged: @bragisrunes @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @punkrocknpearls @alicedopey @draculasbride-blog
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Ivar had been undressing her in the stables when Hvitserk had burst in, looking up at the ceiling because this was his little brother and not Ubbe, to tell him the impossible: Ragnar Lothbrok had returned to Kattegat.
She blushed furiously as she pulled one of her new dresses over her shoulders and helped Ivar with his crutches, but Hvitserk smirked at him knowingly.
“Should I accompany you?” she asked. Ivar shook his head.
“Go tell my mother.”
She nodded, leaving for the Great Hall, while he and Hvitserk went in a different direction.
“So when are you marrying her?” Hvitserk asked.
“I won’t.” Ivar replied simply. Despite their father waiting for them at the other end of the town, Hvitserk stopped dead in his tracks.
“Why?”
“Mother made me promise I wouldn’t.” Ivar admitted, walking on. “And anyway, why do you care, hm?”
Hvitserk shrugged. “I want her as my sister-in-law.”
“I am not Ubbe.” Ivar hissed.
“I like her. She is kind, and I want to eat the bread she makes for the rest of my life. You should commit to her, tell mother that you truly love her.” Hvitserk insisted.
“For bread?”
“There’s been worse reasons.” Hvitserk laughed. His smile died down when they saw the crowd that had gathered around their raging father. Ivar caught the disappointment in Hvitserk’s eyes. But not him. This was what he had expected.
The people of Kattegat let his brothers through easily, but Ivar had to push his way through. His eyes met Ragnar’s the first time when he shouted, “Who wants to be king?”
For a moment, Ivar felt a rush, wanted to reach forward and take the sword that was offered to him, before he froze. He wasn’t stupid. So he let Ragnar throw his tantrum and embarrass himself, while he stayed still and let his mannerisms wash over him.
In eight years, nothing had changed about his father.
Aslaug’s POV:
Ivar’s girl came running into the Great Hall suddenly. She looked out of breath, for more than one reason. It seemed that once her youngest son had discovered he was a man, Ivar was insatiable.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Ragnar Lothbrok has returned to Kattegat.” She managed. Aslaug froze.
She was queen. Had been for the last eight years – Ragnar couldn’t just take that from her now.
“Prepare for a feast. Then come help me dress.” She commanded. Then, Aslaug left the room to go to her own chamber. With steady hands, she removed her current jewelry, searching for something more imposing. She wanted Ragnar to know that it was her who had built Kattegat into a trading center in the last eight years.
Ragnar made it to the room before she could. Aslaug slipped on the jade bangle that Ivar had gifted her, coming from a kingdom whose name she couldn’t begin to say. He slipped into the room like a shadow, quiet.
“My wife,” Ragnar greeted her. “And mother of my sons. We both know that love was not what brought us together. But you’ve endured me. You’ve suffered my words, and my neglect. Yet you never turned our sons against me. I am sure that there are times when you’ve hated me. But you never poisoned their minds, or stopped them from loving me. And for all of that, with all of my heart, I am grateful to you.”
She could feel his hands on her, fumbling with her hair and Aslaug wanted to turn around and scratch his eyes out. He continued, unbothered, even kissing her hair. He fucking petted her, like she was a dog, and Aslaug hoped that the Gods would strike him down where he stood. Yet, she didn’t move.
“Why are you saying this now?” Aslaug asked instead. Before he can reply, the slave returns, carrying her finest coat. She froze at the sight of Ragnar, standing behind her.
“Apologies, my queen.” She mumbled. Aslaug felt relief wash over her, and pride fill her. This slave saw her as queen of Kattegat, and not Ragnar as King. She didn’t even know a time where Ragnar had ruled here.
She laid down her coat before making to leave, but Aslaug stopped her.
“Stay.” She commanded.
The slave nodded, moving towards Aslaug, who stood from her seat abruptly. She could feel the chair hit Ragnar’s thigh. He took a step back, and Aslaug allowed herself to smile.
“This is Ivar’s slave.” She told Ragnar, who nodded. Before the slave could turn away, Ragnar caught her jaw in his hand. For the first time, Aslaug wanted to side with her.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Y/N.” she replied. There was a pause at the end, and it was clear she wasn’t sure how to address him.
“What are you to my son?” Ragnar asked her.
“It would be better to ask him, I am but a slave.” She replied, avoiding his question. Ragnar rolled his eyes, suddenly bored and let her go. Aslaug stepped toward her, challenging Ragnar. He scoffed, and left the room.
“Thank you.” The slave said, her voice almost a whisper.
“We are still both women.” Aslaug shrugged.
Ivar’s POV:
She looked shaken when she came back to him, and he immediately knew that Ragnar had something to do with it. The entire way to the lake, she hadn’t said a word.
“Did he do something to you?” Ivar asked.
“He just- he’s very intimidating.” She replied. “But that’s to be expected of someone like him, I suppose.”
“And I am not intimidating?” Ivar poked.
“To others maybe.” She replied.
“But?” Ivar challenged.
“I could see right through you.” She laughed. “He’s like a wall.”
They sat at the lake in silence for a while. Her head was on his lap for once, and Ivar combed through her hair gently while he tried to bring up the courage to tell her. He had agreed on it with his father in the morning, right after his return. It was late afternoon now, and Ivar still couldn’t bear to tell her.
He didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to do this.
“I’m going to England.” He told her quietly.
“Is Ubbe going to lead the raid? Or you?” she asked. She had no idea.
“My father. Ubbe isn’t coming.” He said. Abruptly, she sat up.
“No.” she replied.
“No?” Ivar asked. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean that the others talk. No one takes him seriously, after what happened in the town square. He’ll have to pay people to come with him.”
She looked at him intently, until her expression shifted, and she realized.
“You knew that.” She said. “You knew.”
“It’s my only chance to die with honor.” Ivar sighed. He saw horror take hold of her.
“That’s not true!” she argued.
“It is.” Ivar replied, feeling his fist dig into the soft ground beneath them.
“So you mean to leave me here? Alone? What will I do?” she asked. Ivar’s stomach sunk. He hadn’t thought of that. He didn’t say anything and for a while, he let her seethe with an anger that normally radiated off of him.
“I won’t let you go.” She decided. Ivar barked a cold laugh at her.
“You can’t stop me. You’ll return to your duties, and I’ll have Hvitserk and mother look after you.” Ivar told her. That would be the end of it, and she’d let him go without having his stomach turn into knots.
“No. I’m not letting you leave Kattegat.”
“You forget yourself.” Ivar roared. “You are a slave.”
She didn’t say anything, instead getting up. Then, despite what it could mean to her life, she spat at his feet.
“Fuck you, Ivar Lothbrok. I really thought you cared.”
He sat at the lake alone, until it got cold, stewing in his anger. He didn’t want to hurt anyone when he got home. And when he wanted to get back, his anger only grew again.
Normally, she helped him walk over the soft ground around the lake. He hadn’t dragged himself through the mud in months. He gritted his teeth together and began, ignoring the pain in his knees and shins, knowing that he would have to command her to take care of him later. She wouldn’t do it from her own volition, like normally.
He was halfway through the part of the way that had mud when he heard voices. Embarrassed, he turned around, seeing Ubbe and Hvitserk come towards him. Not this, not now.
Their laughter died down when they saw Ivar, his face marred with anger and completely alone. They looked at each other and then, wordlessly, they came towards him and lifted him up, helping him. Hvitserk didn’t mention ‘his girl’ and Ubbe gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.
They carried him until he could walk again, and then, Ubbe handed him his crutch.
She passed him outside of the Great Hall, barely sparing him a glance. Ivar could see that she was still just as angry as at the lake, as well as hurt.
“My princes.” She greeted them. Her voice was cold, emotionless. Hvitserk hissed through his teeth when she was gone.
“Ouch.” He commented.
“Don’t push it.” Ivar snapped.
“Talk to her.” Ubbe suggested. “Make her see sense.”
“I can’t.” Ivar replied.
“Yeah, because you picked out someone just as thickheaded as you.” Hvitserk snorted. “Maybe try apologizing for your death wish.”
Ivar pushed him, hard, but Hvitserk only laughed, hands up in mock-surrender.
“He’s trying to help.” Ubbe reminded. Ivar didn’t reply, and Ubbe sighed. “I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.” He promised. Ivar nodded, before he limped off.
A few days later: Hvitserk and Bjorn leave for the Mediterranean
She hadn’t slept in his bed, not once. Ivar hadn’t made any attempts to apologize. His brothers could say what they wanted; he wouldn’t lower himself to her. She was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t even love her.
That is a lie. A voice in his head whispered. Strangely enough, while there was a rift between them, she had grown closer with his mother. They kept together whenever he saw them together, never talking, but keeping their distance from Ragnar.
She was there at the docks now, while Aslaug said goodbye to Hvitserk. She offered him a polite small as he passed her, and Ivar felt his fist clench with anger. He didn’t want anyone to look at her. When he glanced over at her, their eyes met for a second.
He looked away first, but he had seen the amber necklace around her neck. When the ships were gone, she followed behind Aslaug silently, while Ivar remained at the docks. He stayed there for hours, until it began to get darker.
Ivar sat down at the beach. He had seen Ragnar come here yesterday. When Ragnar had come back, he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Bjorn had given him a sad smile. Ivar didn’t know what it meant, and he couldn’t figure it out.
He tried to be frustrated about that, instead of her, but he failed miserably. When he heard steps in the sand behind him, he whirled around. She was on the beach too, but she hadn’t noticed him yet.
“Y/N.” he blurted out.
“My prince.”
Ivar patted the spot beside him, hoping that she would come. She hesitated, but eventually, she sunk down beside him, smoothing out her dress. It was the green one.
“Queen Aslaug-“ she said after a while, searching for the right words. “She tried to explain. I think neither of us want you to go, and I don’t want to understand. If you have to go, I cannot stop you. I just-“
She broke off, and they sat in silence for a while. “I am-“ Ivar began. He wanted to say he was sorry, he really did. “I didn’t want to cause you pain.” He said instead. “But it’s my only chance. Do you understand?”
“No.” she said simply. Ivar sighed.
“Promise you’ll come back to me. Valhalla can wait.” She whispered.
“I’ll try.” Ivar replied.
“It’s not enough.” She said, demanding. She was always demanding, but Ivar didn’t stop her. He wanted to give her whatever she demanded of him. He kissed her instead, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
When they broke apart, he saw tears glittering in her eyes, angrily wiping at his when he felt the familiar sting. She mirrored his actions, before her hands began to clench into fists. Neither of them wanted to cry, and Ivar felt himself regretting his promise to Ragnar more and more.
He felt desperate, and lost and confused, but most of all, he felt angry. Angry at Ragnar for returning now, angry at her for ignoring him and angry at himself for hurting her.
“I love you.” He blurted out. Despite what I promised mother.
Her eyes grew wide at his confession, before she gave him a smile. A real one, one of those only he got to see. “I love you too.” She replied. “I love you so much.”
“Thank the Gods.” He stammered out. It wasn’t supposed to be something he wanted to say out loud.
“I missed you.” She admitted. “In two days, you won’t even be here at all.”
“Ubbe will take care of you.” Ivar promised.
“Prince Ubbe will take care of all my needs?” she joked, and Ivar rolled his eyes.
“Think of me.” He replied, imitating Bjorn’s cocky tone. She snorted, before she pushed him down gently, straddling his lap.
“As if that even comes close.”
Ivar felt pride swell in his chest, pulling her down toward him. His hand closed around her neck, squeezing gently, and she gave him a soft moan. Only now he realized how much he had missed this.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered. Spurred on, she began tugging at his vest.
“Outside?” he asked. “I thought you didn’t like that.”
“No one’s around. We’ll just have to be quiet.” She replied.
“You? Quiet?” Ivar asked. She rolled her eyes, getting up quickly, holding his crutch towards him. Ivar swore he had never walked so fast in his life as they made their way to the Great Hall.
They passed Aslaug, who only rolled her eyes at them, and then Sigurd and Ubbe.
“Well someone’s made up.” Ubbe called after them. Ivar shot a look in his direction, but by that time, he was busy with Margrethe again.
They barely made it into his room and onto the bed, and Ivar had to restrain himself not to rip the dress off of her. He had wanted to take his time with her, to make her squirm under him, but right now, Ivar did not have the patience for that. Instead, he let her guide him into her.
Ivar grabbed her by the hips, flipping them around so that he was on top, before he thrusted into her. He wasn’t careful, or gentle, but her moans spurred him on.
She scratched his back raw, and in return, Ivar grabbed whatever he could greedily. He felt wild, and free, and for a moment, he could forget that he was leaving her behind.
That he was abandoning her.
“You need to slow down.” She gasped under him. “Please.”
Immediately, Ivar came to a halt.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Keep going, just a bit slower please.” She replied.
He began thrusting more lazily, and she held him close. Ivar’s forehead rested on hers, and he closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered.
“I know. I’m sorry too.” She replied.
“It showed me you truly cared.”
The day that Ivar left, she handed him his new sword at the dock. His mother asked him not to go one last time, but Ivar’s mind was set. He hugged her goodbye, before he moved on to his girl.
“May the Gods keep and protect you.” She told him. Everything else, she left unsaid.
“And you.” Ivar mumbled. If he looked at her, he wouldn’t be able to leave. So he turned around and got into the boat. Ragnar patted him on the back, giving him a look Ivar couldn’t read. He only knew that Ragnar thought this girl didn’t mean anything to Ivar.
As the boat sailed away, Ivar looked back at Kattegat. Neither of the women moved, both unwavering until they were out of sight.
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Jealousy
Ivar x reader
Summary - Ivar and you have always had a bond, a closeness but over time and as you mature things change, Ivar gains feeling he can't explain
Warnings - angst, fluff, death of a parent, swears
Word count - 2k
This all started because of a gif set by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie and I sort of ran away with it
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You grow up alongside the sons of Ragnar. Being the daughter of Aslaug's closest confidant, you were always in close proximity to the brothers during childhood. You were closest in age to Ivar having been born only a few months before and as you grew together, you formed a bond that no one could truly explain.
You were the only one who wasn't terrified of him after the incident with the boy. As all the children in Kattegat would run away from him, making a game out of it, you were seen happily pulling his cart around, chatting away to him as you venture around the town taking him anywhere he wished to go.
On days where he was unable to play, you would sit with him and make up stories to keep him entertained, often acting out some of the scenes, bouncing around his room as you fought a dragon or giant sea monster.
As time passed a few things changed, while he was being mentored by Floki, your mother had you learn the loom and the meaning of different herbs.
But you were never apart for long as on days when he was still busy you would run to Floki's cabin and wait for him. On days when you didn't meet Ivar, he would wait for you by the tree you'd claim as your own when you were younger, having craved IL + YN into the trunk.
You spent hours laying under the tree, side by side, watching as the sunset and the stars appeared twinkling between its branches. It was the place you shared your hopes and dreams with one another.
You wished to become a shield maiden, just like the legendary Lagertha, while Ivar dreamed of becoming a warrior, to be able to raid and fight along side his brothers.
The afternoons and evenings spent under that tree was the first memory Ivar had of the flutter that appeared in his chest whenever he looked at you. You never laughed or mocked his desires, you simply listened and smiled at him.
The first big change to your friendship was when Ivar spent the night with Margrethe. Everyone was aware of how she spent her time between the princes, of how she'd captured all of their gaze. She was extremely beautiful and you never missed the way, they all looked at her, especially Ivar.
So one evening after having been invited to dinner and Aslaug had left the table, it was no surprise when his brothers tried to convince Ivar that Margrethe was the perfect option for him to lose his virginity. They spoke as if you were one of them.
"I'm sure Y/N agrees" Hvitserk said, finishing a mouthful of pork "Right?"
You looked between each of them from Hvitserk with his dopey expectant smile to Sigurd who peered from under his hair, gripping his cup a little too tight, he had always hated the idea of sharing with Ivar, and then to Ubbe who's smile dropped slightly as if he knew you didn't want to answer.
"I mean, sure" You shrugged, looking down at your cup of ale, unable to even look at Ivar. If you had, you would have seen the light in his eyes fade a little. "The way you all speak of her, he would be a fool, not too"
After that night and the rumours of Ivar being impotent spread, Ivar drew himself away from you, spending more time training with his brothers or at the blacksmiths.
Your dream of becoming a shield maiden was put on hold when your mother became sick. A plague hit the town, taking your mother with it. Aslaug brought you in as a kindness for all the years your mother was by her side and treated you like a daughter she never had. She taught you many things a woman could be, beside being a shield maiden.
On the day, Ivar took his first steps, you had been in the market when you noticed Ubbe and Hvitserk hanging around the blacksmiths. You made Hvitserk jump as you suddenly appeared between them.
"What are you doing?" You spoke loudly and close to his ear, causing him to almost choke on his apple. You were about to laugh until he pointed at two legs caged in metal on the floor.
While grunting and groaning, Ivar heaved himself up. You wanted to rush forward and help him but Ubbe gently placed a hand on your shoulder. Taking small and wobbly steps, Ivar stood before your trio, a wide grin on his face.
"Ivar" you whispered, looking him up and down before grinning back "Ivar, you're walking!" You joyfully cried before barreling him into a hug and having to apologise profusely as you almost knocked him backwards.
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It was after the return from their first raid, that Ivar noticed his brothers spending more time with you, getting closer than they did before. It seemed to grip his chest with an urge to hurt them or pull them away from you every time he saw it.
The summer away from you seemed to make the Lothbrok brothers notice how you had turned into a beautiful woman. No longer the messy haired bundle of energy that would play-fight with them or get drunk with them but a woman who held herself with elegance and grace. While they had been away, Aslaug had turned you into someone much like herself.
Ivar first noticed Hvitserk being closer to you. The pair of you had been sparring, although their mother didn't approve, you would often join them in training when you were free to do so.
As you moved backwards, you stumbled over a small rock and while trying to catch you, Hvitserk's feet became tangled in your own. Crashing to the ground, Hvitserk arms were beside your head as he caught himself from squishing you. Your faces were inches apart as the hair falling out of his braid covered your faces like a curtain.
Ivar didn't miss the way, you stared at each other, breaths caught before you burst out laughing when Hvitserk dropped his head and blew a wet raspberry on your cheek, causing you to squeal with laughter and push him away.
The second was Sigurd. He nearly fell over when he walked into the hall and found you sitting on the floor in front of Sigurd. His arms were wrapped around you, from the chair above as he tried to teach you the strings to play a tune on the lyre. He'd been practicing for Ubbe and Torvi's wedding.
When he played it always sounded so beautiful but when you tried it sounded broken.
"Sigurd, you make it looks so easy" you whined and tried again before you both cringed at the noise it made "nope, I'm leaving the music to you"
"Probably best too, don't want to anger the gods at the wedding" He teased before surprisingly kissing your cheek. Sigurd had noticed Ivar watching and could help a smirk as he watched him leave before you looked to where Ivar had just been having missed him.
The third and final straw was Ubbe. Everyone was celebrating his marriage to Torvi. The hall was filled with music, laughter and drunken singing. It was late into the celebrations when he saw you speaking to Ubbe and Torvi.
He'd been watching you most of the day as you walked around, looking like a goddess in your flower crown, with your hair loose. You'd laughed and spoken with many people but not him. He supposed that was his own doing as he pushed you further and further away but how he wished it was himself that you were laughing with.
He watched over the rim of his cup as you took Ubbe's hand and began to dance. Sigurd and his band changed the music to a slower pace and Ubbe happily twirled you around, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Ivar could see you talking and smiling with each other. Ubbe said something to make you laugh, the melody echoed in Ivar's ears.
He clenched his jaw, eyes trained on the pair of you before looking away as your eyes met his. When he looked back again, he felt his heart being squished as you kissed Ubbe's cheek. He slammed his cup down and angrily gathered his crutch.
He couldn't watch anymore. Ubbe was married and he still had your affection, all of them did but him. Sure, he'd never seen anything more than kisses on the cheek but it was more than you had been giving him.
Ever since they returned, you didn't follow him around like you used to. In the past he would throw a tantrum and yet you would still be there the next day but now you seemed to be allowing him to keep the distance that he created and he didn't like it.
He thought about going back in there and demanding you talk to him again, that's all he wanted, was for you to talk to him.
That was a lie, he wanted so much more. He wanted to wake up beside you, kiss you, feel your touch. He wanted have celebrations like this for the pair of you. To have the life you promised each other under that stupid tree when you were too young and naive to understand the promises you were making.
You were meant to be his, you were always his and now you were slipping away with every passing day.
He paused for a moment conflicted as to keep going or to turn around. If he kept going, he would have time to think but turning around meant he would get answers to satisfy the demons telling him, you hated him, that you couldn't love him, that you pitied him.
As he turned around, he was taken aback by you coming out of the hall making your way towards him. "There you are" You smiled at him "where are you going? I was looking for you"
"Well I'm right here, I have been all night. Not that you even care" Ivar's brow was creased, his eyes struggling to hide a burning anger.
"Not care? Ivar, of course I care" you smiled didn't fade as you looked at him "I wouldn't have come to find you if I didn't, you donkey"
"You have a funny way of showing it" he spat "Parading around all day. Laughing at any man's attention, even throwing yourself at the groom. It's embarrassing, like a dog in heat"
"Throwing myself at the groom?" Your smile dropped and turned into a frown "I was congratulating Ubbe on the marriage to the woman he's loved for years. Every woman can offer the groom to dance, mine was tame compared to Greta's, which you would have seen if you hadn't stormed out"
"I wasn't going to stay and watch you embarrass yourself any longer" he held his head high, looking down on you.
"Embarrass myself? I was having fun. Which is more than I can say for you. Sitting in the corner of your brother's wedding, watching me with a face like someone pissed in your cup" you spat back.
He was shocked by the fact you noticed him watching you. You always noticed those intense blue eyes on you.
"Honestly, Ivar, I don't understand what I have done," you sighed "Ever since you got back, you have been this brooding, and sometimes cruel bastard. I have seen you like that to others but never to me"
The way you said his name like it was laced with venom, hurt "So tell me Ivar, what have I done?"
His jaw clenched as he gripped his crutch harder. His demons were yelling at him to call you a whore, nothing more than someone to warm his brother's beds, that you only stuck around for the lifestyle his mother gifted you and that you'd do anything to keep it.
But he stopped himself, as he looked at you, the expectant look on your face, the hurt in your eyes and the heavy raise and fall of your chest as if you were scared of what was going to come out of his mouth. He knew his anger could be vicious but never had it been directed at you before.
"You make me feel…." He started before looking away from you "You make me feel," he quietly said, looking you in the eyes again "and I don't like it. I want it to stop. I don't know how to make it stop"
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Don’t hate me, love
Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader
Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff
1324 Words
Ruby red blood was dripping from her cheek. Her heart beating faster as her breath sped up. Her eyes were fully closed, trying to ignore the pain on her side. She was alive, she was okay, yet she heard everyone else scream around her. The voices started to get blurry, her head was spinning as she tried to stay awake. "You will stay here, Save!" "I will not!" Ivar never screamed at her, but he was worried and she wanted to stay by his side, even at times when she couldn't.
She was ready to die fighting for what Ivar wanted to accomplish, she believed in him and in his vision. But he wanted to keep her save, keep her at the hide out with Helga, but she knew something could happen there as well and if she would die, she would die by his side. The sounds were blurred as his face was in her mind. He was her only focus and she was happy, happy that if she would die he would be her last thought, his smile. The one he reserved for her, the one that meant he was utterly happy.
They won. Ivar was filled with ecstasy. His plan was taking form, everything would be the way he wanted it to be with just- His eyes wandered around the field. His smile dropped. Where is she? "Where the fuck is she?!" Ivar was panicking, looking around. Each body was someone he knew, but he couldn't find the will to care. Hvitserk walked to his brother placing a hand on his shoulder. "Ubbe found her, Ivar. He's taking care of her wounds right now..." Ivar pushed his hand away and tried to walk as quickly as he can to him.
His mind was on her, her smile in front of him. He would be lost if something happened to her, if she would die because of his incapability of protecting her. When he saw her he felt his heart ache, she looked small. So fragile. As he heard her wince, he was ready to tackle Ubbe down. His knuckles turning white around his crutch. "Ivar.." Her voice was husky, her eyes barely open. His breath hitched, maybe right now she wasn't, but she's going to be okay.
His lungs filled with air, he could breath again. Putting his crutches away he started crawling towards her, his hand finding it's way to hers, giving a soft squeeze. "I'm here, my love." His lips met her forehead. His voice just barely audible as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear leaning his forehead against her cheek. Her blood coloring his cheek the most beautiful shade of red. "I'm sorry, Ivar..." Her voice was quiet, but he heard her pain.
Ivars eyes closed tightly. His mind was telling him to scream at her, to tell her what a fool she is, that she should've got hurt worse to learn her lesson, but he couldn't. He could barely keep it together. "Don't worry about it, you need to rest." He shot Hvitserk and Ubbe a look, quietly telling them to pick her up as he crawled to his crutch. "No..." Her voice was panicky, the fight having more of a tool on her than she wanted to admit.
She wanted to be held by Ivar, just as much as he wanted to hold her, How he wish he could carry her. "Hvitserk, make sure he's okay..." she whispered tugging on his sleeve, leaning more into Ubbes chest feeling weaker each passing second. Ubbe placed a hand on her forehead feeling her temperature, pulling her closer. She was like family for them, growing onto them each passing day. "Am I going to die, Ubbe?" Her voice was more quiet than before, not wanting Ivar to hear them. Ubbe laughed softly smiling slightly down at her. "You're not gonna die that fast, you're just getting pampered because you're Ivars fiance." Her eyes shot up to him with confusion in them. "Finace?"
"Calm down, Ivar. She's okay, you've seen people being worse than her and-" Ivar tried controlling himself. "But it's her!" Taking a deep breath he watched her and Ubbe while walking to their hide out. "This isn't some man fighting by my side." Both of them walked in silence. Hvitserk understood his brother and he understood the worry he was feeling. Ivar just wanted to lay down with her, to see that she's okay when he locks eyes with her.
"Oh dear what happened to you?" Helga quickly ran up to them, seeing the young girl in Ubbes arms before he placed her onto some fur that her and Ivar slept on. The girl smiled up weakly at them trying to sit up. "Don't you dare even think about it." Ivars voice was demanding and she knew he wanted her to lay and rest, but she didn't feel like it. So she sat up fully, keeping her eyes trained on Ivars.
A breath of relief escaped him seeing color come back to her face slowly and the spark returning to her eyes. He almost couldn't stop the smile tugging at his lips. Almost. As everyone left them alone Ivar looked down at her with anger. "What were you thinking?! I told you to stay close, to not leave my fucking side! And what did you do? You did just that! I told you to be careful! You know what?! I told you to stay in the fucking hide out! God you act like such a-" He was about to continue before seeing her small smile and the playfulness in her eyes.
"I act like what, huh?" The teasing smile made the boy weak in his knees as he tried to stay angry. "Do I act like your fiance?" A smirk played at the corner of her mouth, the pain was weaker now, she realized how dramatic she might've been earlier thinking she'd die. Ivar looked at her even more angry. "I'm going to fucking kill Ubbe." He was about to turn around and walk away before she shuffled around trying to get close to his hand. "Ivar... sit with me, my love... please?" Her eyes met his as she gave him her best doe eyes.
Cursing Ivar sat down pulling her closer. "How are you feeling, honestly?" He whispered after some time, his fingers opening her braids as gentle as possible making her lean into him. "Better... I think I was just scared...scared to not fulfill my destiny if I die." Her eyes closed leaning into his chest as he kissed her forehead softly.
„You're destiny?" His voice was filled with curiosity, filled with so much gentleness. Ivar hated screaming at her, he hated letting her feel his anger but sometimes he couldn't help it. He loved her, he was very much sure of it, but with loving there come so much other emotions that he isn't able to deal with as easily.
„My destiny to give you children, Ivar. I know it's my destiny, as it is my destiny to make sure you live without any regrets as you pass to Valhalla one day..." Her voice were spoken slowly and with lot of care. „Become my wife, my love? The thought of you dying on me today made me realize it more than before. I told Ubbe I would ask you before the fight but you were too busy fighting about coming with me. But now I know I need you by my side."
Her lips found his in an instant, ignoring some burning on her side as she kissed him with as much love and passion she can make him feel. „I would love that, Ivar... a lot..." she muttered against his lips trying not to let a girlish giggle escape her lips. He pulled her closer again kissing her deeply.
„You will be mine until we dine with the gods in Valhalla."
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Ivar the Boneless Loyal Friend, Raven IV
“I’ll ask again, and if you lie…” Ivar said, coldly staring down Esperanza.
Esperanza crossed her arms and bit her lip. Who told him? Was it Raven?
Esperanza swallowed harshly and replied, “Ivar, those are merely rumors trying to tear us apart.” She made her way over to Ivar. She planned to comfort him.
Ivar gritted his teeth. He nodded. She thinks I’m stupid. I’m not Sigurd. Everyone is looking down at me. No one..no one has that privilege to look down on me.
Ivar lifted a hand to stop her. Esperanza froze. “The halls are filled with laughter. I can practically here them as I sleep. How does this go around without anyone seeing you? Do you take me as a fool! If you want to live, then say the truth before I simply kill you!” Ivar snapped, his body shaking.
Esperanza blinked back tears. The help, it must’ve been them. Hmm…Ivar always forgives me. I just have to play the role right.
“I’m not lying. Ivar, I-“ Esperanza began. Ivar in a rage, throw a knife across the his room.
Esperanza screamed. She didn’t think Ivar would react this way. What am I doing wrong? He’s gonna kill me.
Ivar pointed at her and said, “If the next thing that comes out your mouth is far from the truth. If not, the next target is gonna be you!”
Esperanza gripped her dress. What do I do? What do I say?
Raven heard shouting. She tilted her head. Sounds like Ivar..typical. And Esperanza.
Raven clicked her tongue in distaste. They couldn’t have picked a better time. Ugh. What could they even be arguing about…
Her eyes went wide. Shit. He found out.
Without much thought she went towards his room. How do I coax him? Hmm…
Ivar waited for Esperanza response. “See, you cannot even form a sentence. Trying to form a perfect lie, huh.” He said, looking down at her with a enraged look in his eyes.
Raven quickly walked inside Ivar’s room. “Ivar, can you help me with something?” Raven said, glancing at Ivar.
Ivar head snapped towards Raven. Help? She never wants my help.
“Help? For what?” Ivar said, sitting up and turning to look at Raven with curiosity.
“I need you to help me plan an attack.” Raven said after throwing a stare at her sister.
Esperanza nodded. “I’ll leave you guys to discuss.” She said, leaving in a hurry.
Ivar stared at Esperanza in distaste. Why can’t she be like Raven?
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500 followers prompt drabble celebration masterlist
You will not be able to read anything marked as smut without your community labels turned to show.
Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩
Namesake😨❤
"We're going to laser tag and I'm going to kick your ass." With Happy Lowman as As angst with a happy ending. Requested by @withmyteeth
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Not Impressed😨❤
"You're in the shit, friend." with Chibs as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz
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To Smear or Not to Smear❤❤
"Get back here now or I swear to God." with Happy as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz
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The Good King❤❤
"I don't care, you need a break and I'm making you take one." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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Motor Oil and Mess😨❤
“I just ran out of fucks so you better fix this." With Happy as Fluff. Requested by @stormcloudss
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Lint and Gun Powder ❤❤
“You have three seconds to give it back.. one, two…” With Jax Teller as Fluff. Requested by @yourwinchesterbros
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Possessive ❤❤
"I can't take you anywhere." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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Breath Between Lips❤💦
"Tell me again" With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff and Smut. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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The Dagger💦
“You have three seconds to give it back.. one, two…”With Ivar the Boneless as Smut. Requested by @rachelcarroll1819
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The Milkmaid❤❤
"Ooooooo, _____ is in love, you better confess before I do it for you." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @rachelcarroll1819
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The Secret Basket❤❤
"I don't know what you're talking about." With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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Soft Linen ❤💦
"Is that my shirt? With Ivar the Boneless as Fluff and Smut. Requested by @barnes-wilson-rogers
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Bite the Bullet😨❤
"You owe me" With Jax Teller as Fluff. Requested by @yourwinchesterbros
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Calloused Hands❤❤
"I don't care, you need a break and I'm making you take one."With Opie Winston as Fluff. Requested by @darqchilddaydreamz
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These are the characters I write for (listed in order I most frequently write):
Stranger Things:
🪴 Eddie Munson
🪴 Steve Harrington
🪴 More characters to come!
Peaky Blinders:
🌲 Tommy Shelby
🌲 John Shelby
🌲 Arthur Shelby
🌲 More characters to come!
Bill Skarsgard’s Characters:
🌿 Roman Godfrey
🌿 More characters to come
Vikings:
🌳 Ivar Ragnarsson
🌳 Ubbe Ragnarsson
🌳 More characters to come
How I will write for these characters:
❇️ I do OC stories, but only my own OCs.
❇️ Most of my writing will be x Reader. I will do my best to make Reader nonspecific so my fics can be relatable. I am most comfortable writing afab!Reader, so Reader will always be female. I use she/her pronouns in my fics usually.
❇️ All characters I write for are 18+.
❇️ I do write smut, so my blog is 18+. Do not engage if you are a minor!
❇️ I also write dark (sometimes dark and heavy) themes occasionally, so read at your own risk. Every fic will be listed and tagged appropriately.
❇️ Fluff and angst will be in my writings as well.
❇️ Supernatural AUs are welcome! I might be open to other AUs and some modern AUs depending on what they are.
❇️ I will keep you all aware of my WIPS and updates so you all don’t think I’ve disappeared or abandoned my work! 😉
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🍂 Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work to Tumblr or to another site.
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🍂 I will not write incest, pedophilia, a/b/o, child readers, or anything that I might feel uncomfortable with.
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Masterlist
I've been taking a break from everything and have been bored out of my mind. Don't really have a lot of motivation to do anything, so I started my small ass masterlist to hopefully motivate me to finish writing something.
Jumin Han:
Obstinacy
Ransom Drysdale
Not This Time - Ransom oversteps a boundary and cannot seem to accept the consequence of you ignoring him permanently.
Mint Hot Chocolate - You’ve been feeling really down lately when Ransom invites himself over after avoiding him for so long.
Ivar Lothbrok:
Hinge: Part I Part II Part III (In the works)
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Winter
Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader
CW: suicide mentions, conflict
You wanted to be his again, not owned by him but a part of him. But it had been so long since you'd felt close to Ivar that it felt out of reach as he descended into rage filled madness
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You were drifting apart more and more with every hastily made decision fueled by anger that Ivar made. He would curse you, berate you and you could do anything because you didn't trust that he wouldn't kill you himself. You knew something was deathly wrong when you kept finding yourself high on a hill looking over a rock face, moving closer to the edge every time and not feeling afraid. It was impossible to not feel that you were lost in the dark of Ivar's tyranny. But you still craved his adoration, his love and the affirmation that he only wanted you. All of these things would never happen now, you weren't good enough for him.
You needed him running through your veins like a sickness that couldn't be cured- a toxicity that fuelled your love and in turn, your hatred for him. You didn't want to need anyone, when you were younger your mother had always taught you to never need anyone more than yourself. To stay self-reliant and not let anyone control you but, it was impossible. When you met Ivar he was the son of Ragnar, a grumpy boy with no battle experience and a soft spot for you. Now, after 6 years of marriage you couldn't decide if you needed to try harder or just throw yourself on to that cliff face.
"It feels like he's trying to erase me, fade me out of his life and forget I was ever there." You told Helga as you sat descaling some fish with her.
"Ivar is… complicated, I'm sure I had this conversation with you when you started seeing him. He's a different type of person from us. Not as emotional," she tried to smile but could tell that her words weren't necessarily comforting.
"I was so convinced that he loved me then, that he would do anything for me. But he just wants power and money and meaningless sex, I just can't believe he deceived me into this marriage." Helga suddenly gripped your hand.
"This is not your fault. As you said, you were deceived by someone who claimed to love you. The boy has some kind of power. It pulls some people in and I don't know what it is but it captured you," She paused. "I think you should tell him."
"He wouldn't even see me, I can guarantee there's a thrall rooted to his lap right now." You clenched your teeth together and tried to hold in your rage.
"You need to let it out, your rage. Go to the top of a mountain and scream, allow yourself to feel it." Helga suggested and you nodded.
"What I really want is to have him, it's pathetic but I'm so in love with him it's hard to overcome." You placed down the fish and groaned.
"It will pass, and if it doesn't, meet someone else who will be more emotionally attentive. Ivar seems like the kind of man who needs other people's feelings laid out in front of him." Helga smiled and her dark rimmed eyes made contact with you as the two of you carried on with the fish.
Ivar was drunk out of his mind, two naked thralls sitting on his lap as he'd occasionally take their breasts into his mouth. Some days he would forget you were even his wife, you hardly saw each other. He wouldn't say it was an excuse for his behavior but it was definitely a promoting factor of it. You used to smother him, cover him in a blanket of affection and make him feel like no one could hurt him. Ivar didn't remember when that stopped but he also didn't remember when he began sleeping with other women. The crossover between the two was so seamless it made him feel less remorseful, as if your absence made his actions warranted.
When Ivar saw you walk into the Great hall he felt less than he thought he would. In some ways he was happy to see how miserable you looked, hopeful you'd come crawling back to him in pure adoration. Ivar couldn't think of a better way to gain a woman's affection than by making her jealous. Unaware of his ridiculous thought process, Ivar continued looking you up and down through his eyebrows. You could only glare back at him as you headed towards your room, but you annoyingly had to go past Ivar.
"You despise me, wife?" Ivar asked and you stopped in your tracks, sighing deeply.
"Yes." You said simply, even though you loved him you needed him to wake up.
"But… that's not. What?" He said confused, pushing the thralls to the floor, with a resounding yelp from both the women.
"What do you want, Ivar?" You looked at him with such disdain it genuinely surprised him.
"You cannot speak to me like that!" He yelled and you sighed again.
"Then kill me." You sounded defeated, you didn't care anymore. It would be easier for it to all be over so you didn't have to deal with the emotional turmoil of him.
"I'm not going-" he paused. "You are my wife! Why won't you respect me?" He yelled again and you almost winced at the level of noise he was making.
For a few moments all you could hear was the scrape of his crutch and the crackle of the fire, for a moment it felt surprisingly peaceful. You just wanted to exist in that scene, a beautiful fire with furs on the floor in front of it where the local children would sit and be told stories. There was such a serenity to watching children's faces as they listened to a story, they hadn't experienced the hurt or the pain. All they knew was that this was their favourite day because they could sit inside the great hall and feel important. Even Ivar couldn't take that sense of pride away from them.
"Are you going to say anything, wife?" Ivar broke the blissful silence and you couldn't quite believe how aggravating it all was.
"I hate you, I hate what you've done to me." Was all you said and he looked astonished.
"I won't have this bullshit!" He yelled even louder before calling for his guards. "Tie her to a tree in the forest." He swatted you away like you were a pest but, at this point you saw no reason to resist. Ivar would do whatever he wanted with his power and most of the time that would mean fucking you around.
Even the guards were uncomfortable as they threw a rope over a strong tree branch and tied you by your wrists so that your arms always had to be extended. It wasn't the worst punishment you could have got, you were surprised Ivar hadn't got a lust for blood when you disrespected him. He would continue to degrade you and debase you no matter what you did, even though you loved him it didn't matter anymore. Ivar was so consumed by greed or power or hatred for you that he couldn't focus on anything else.
Your heart felt cold and tight. There wasn't any room for any more love because you had given it all away to someone who didn't want it or didn't realise how much he needed it. In one breath you would hope that he would just come and kill you and in the other, you still hoped he would wait for you. That he would allow your coupling to at least attempt to survive. Sometimes when you were around Ivar, you would feel a tiny part of your body decompose. One part of you died because you couldn't hold on to someone who only wanted to break away from you. But all you wanted was to be taken back to when you were younger, you needed him, you wanted him and he would never be what he was again.
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The Mistress Ch.26 - YORK
Thirst for blood is in his nature, and she has to understand that.
Despite the days passing by, I still think about it. I ponder over what happened with Alfred. So much changed between us when people learned of our affair. So much changed between us since we met. We were two children that knew nothing about life back then. And it all developed into something… messy. The sorrow of those days follows me everywhere I go, the remainder that grows in my womb is unavoidable. I am having his child, and there is no way I will be able to forget our past. Some part of me hates it, but another one, probably the biggest, does not mind at all. My adoration for Alfred is not something that can be easily overridden, and despite this child being a bastard, I know I will love him all the same. It is the symbol of our unattainable passion. And yet, I do not think I have it in me to go back to him. Even if it was unintentional, which I learned was not the case, I do not want to be a mistress again, not even a King’s mistress. It has nothing to do with the propriety of the situation within the court, it is just my heart that cannot stand looking at the man I love being with another. The whispers of my position followed me everywhere I went. Here, among the enemy, I am no longer filthy in their eyes, even if it is only because they do not know the truth. Ever since running from him, I have never felt freer from judgment.
Now, learning that Alfred played a key role in turning me into a mistress is something entirely different. That is where the part of me that resents him comes from. He planned everything. To some degree, I would like to see him, so I could hear whatever he has to say that made him believe turning me into his mistress was a good idea. I had never asked for that, and running to the nunnery proved that I would have never chosen it. During my sleepless nights, I talk to Egadyd about it. I tell her what I went through and my unhappiness. She listens, but I know she has her own demons to deal with. Mainly the fact that she is about to become a mother with no husband. The father of her child is dead, and according to her, I should be glad that mine is not. Though it is useless either way. As a future mother, I should not be selfish and go back to Alfred at the first opportunity I have. Even if it is a bastard’s life, he could provide what I can not, but I do not want to live that way again.
“I need to know,” I interrupt Ivar’s thoughts. He looks up at me from where he’s sitting at the other end of the table. “What are you going to do with me?”
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Tags: @youbloodymadgenius @cdauni @justsomecreaturewandering
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Mermaid Tears
Here’s a list for jumbled nonsense. Ivar x OC When Björn and Ubbe return from exploring the Mediterranean Sea, they return with proof of a legend from childhood tales and forgotten memories. From the moment Ivar sees her, he is infatuated.
Mermaid Tears
Prologue
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Final Part - in the works
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Happy moments are the saddest
Ivar Ragnarsson x Reader
This is pure fluff mixed with a little angst, nothing to worry about tho :) (I uploaded the same oneshot on Wattpad!)
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Soft crackle of fire was heard in the middle of the night in Kattegad. It was quiet, it wasn't a usual night. It felt like something big was about to happen. Quiet giggles were shared in the comfort of the night. The sureness that the gods were admiring them was in their hearts.
A few hours ago anger was poisoning their hearts, which now are filled with so much love and ecstasy. Love for one another, not fearing what was about to happen, not fearing death sneaking up on them and inviting them in like an old friend. An old friend that would take them to Valhalla to dine with their gods. They couldn't find it in themselves to care. Not about something that seems so far away from now, they felt immortal.
They simply didn't feel human, their love made them feel like nothing could kill them, not the war that is soon to happen nor anything else. A laugh rips out of the girls chest as the king pulls her into his chest away from the flame and into the comfort only a loving husband can show to his wife.
The girl only gave him a playful glance before pulling out of his embrace, walking backwards closer to the fire again, shooting him the smile that made him fall for her. Made him believe that she was blessed by Freyja herself. In his eyes there was so much admiration, he felt like he should ask the gods if she was a cruel hallucination, if they made fun of him for praying for a beautiful wife that would love and cherish him the way he was born. A girl that was able to see past what he was, a crippled and broken boy.
"Be careful, my love. The fire might not feel as pleasant as you think it is." He smirked sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him. "Do not worry, I don't think I would ever be happy or blessed enough to try to hug the flames, my dear." A giggle escaped her as she turned away, only to start dancing around the fire with no care in the world. Feeling Ivars eyes on her the entire time, she couldn't hide the grin forming on her face.
She enjoyed moments like this, moments in which Ivar isn't angry or in terrible pain. She hated when she couldn't help him weaken the pain, even the smallest comfort she would give him sometimes even hurt him. Ivar always assured her that everything was alright, that he could deal with it, but she couldn't hide the hurt and panic in her own eyes thinking she hurt him. At nights sometimes she would cry, not because of the cripple she married, no, she loved him for how strong he is and for who he is, but she would cry for the pain the gods put him through each day.
Ivar caught her like this once and apologized for being crippled. She hated every minute, no, every second he thought she cried over not having a husband like his brothers. That night she held him, just like he held her every other night because of her nightmares. But this wasn't a nightmare, this was real. She wanted to show him how much she loved him, how much she admired him the way he is.
A sadness build on the kings face watching her. He couldn't dance with her, even if he wanted to deeply. "What is it, Ivar?" Worry was clear in her voice as she kneed down in front of him placing a hand gently on his thigh. He looked away. "Stupid fucking legs..." There it was. the self-hatred he felt. "My love..." A gasps escaped her as he looked her straight in the eyes, his ocean blue ones filled with tears. Tears out of anger. He couldn't give her anything, except worries. "I can't dance with you. Who knows if I will be able to put my child in you. I can't give you anything except worries and pain. Do you think I don't see you praying to the gods every night?" A single tear drops from his eye as he angrily spat the words.
The girl was taken aback, she didn't expect the night to turn out like this. "Ivar, I don't know how many times you need to hear it, but I am willing to spent every breath I have to make you understand that I love you, deeply. You're all I want, I don't care about your legs. I pray to the gods, because I want to keep you safe each time you leave, I want them to weaken your pain each time you wouldn't be able to leave our bed." Ivar did believe her, he just couldn't find the reasons why she would stay with him.
She didn't address the worry he has about putting a child in her. A knowing smile was on her face as she admired him quietly, brushing hair back behind his ears, noticing that he needs new braids soon. "I love you, Ivar the boneless. I always have and always will. You have my heart in your palm." She placed a soft kiss onto his cheek, watching him closely. He calmed down, she could tell. His breathing became normal again and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I love you too, my dear. I don't deserve your heart for I can not give you a child, but I am selfish enough to keep your heart to myself."
The small knowing smile slowly turning into a bright grin. Ivar looked at her confused, but had a shine of joy in his eyes, enjoying seeing her so happy. "I am with your child, Ivar..." She spoke quietly, seeing his eyes widen. "W-what? Please repeat yourself, I think I misunderstood you." A chuckle left his lips as he watched her. He felt like he couldn't breath, like his lungs were already filled to the brim with air.
"Ivar, I am with your-" Before she could finish her sentence Ivar had her pinned underneath him, his hand on her cheek and the other on her stomach. She was already a little further into the pregnancy and with his gentle touch he could feel a short kick from inside her stomach. A gasp escaped him as he looked back up from her stomach into her eyes. "When did you realize?" He was in disbelieve. How? It never worked but now it does? The gods meant good with him, he was sure of it.
"I wasn't sure for a while until I talked with Helga a few days back, she noticed it immediately." A soft smile was on his face. Of course Helga noticed. "And you're sure this is -" She smacked him on the chest making him chuckle and drop his smirk as he pulled her closer. "Don't you dare finish that sentence, Ivar Ragnarsson." Her voice was playfully threatening and Ivar nodded bowing his head slightly. "Anything you please, my Queen."
Rolling her eyes she pulled him back up into a kiss, going with a hand through his hair. His hands quickly found her cheek and hip again pulling her more into him. This was it. This was all he ever wanted from the gods. A loving and beautiful wife and a child, a child hopefully not with the same condition he had, he wouldn't be able to see it in so much pain.
Pulling away they both were breathless. Ivar was already ready to continue what they started but she pulled him back up by placing a finger on his chin. "I'm already pregnant, my beloved." Ivar smirked and started kissing her neck. "And I was on my way to celebrate it." Both of them giggled and spent the night in each others arms, warmed by the fire and pressed against one another.
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Ivar the Boneless Loyal Friend, Raven III
“Ivar is looking for you.” Raven told her sister.
Her sister nodded as she pouted. Ugh, Ivar can be so annoying.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go! Unless you have to go meet that fool.” Raven snapped at her.
Her sister stood up and angrily turned to look at her. “I’m the eldest. And you must respect me.”
Raven scoffed. She tilted her head as she gripped the chair in front of her. “The eldest and yet acts like this. Get out of my sight before I become the only child. Well, the only daughter.”
Her sister flinched back. She could see the madness that swam in Raven’s eyes.
“Fine. But only cause I want to. As for that fool, he sure knows how to..” Raven’s sister was saying but was interrupted.
“If you finish that sentence, I’ll make Ivar finds out. Don’t forget who I am or what I’m capable of. I’m Ivar’s best friend. He’s been more of my family than you even were. So step out…before I lose control.” Raven angrily said as she grinned at her sister.
Her sister swiftly left her room. Raven sighed. She was shaking. She was furious.
“There’s my woman.” Hvitserk said, closing the door behind him.
“What’s wrong? Who do I have to kill? Who upset my woman.” Hvitserk angrily growled as he pulled her into his arms.
Raven hugged him back. Perfect timing as always.
She breathed in and breathed out. Pull yourself together.
“I’m here. No one is gonna hurt you.” Hvitserk comforted Raven.
“Let’s go. This room is bothering me.” Hvitserk said, knowing very well that her sister must have upset her. He needed to get her away before she destroyed the room.
“I know something. But I can’t tell you. I want to but I can’t.” Raven grumbled angrily. She rubbed her eyes. Ugh, get out of my head.
“I think…too much.” Raven mumbled as she snuggled into him.
“Hmm…you do?” He playfully asked, knowing very well how his woman could get lost in her thoughts.
Raven laughed. She playfully shoved him.
He laughed. There’s my woman. There’s that smile I love.
“Alright. I’ll figure this out.” Raven declared. She smiled up at him.
He smiled at her and kissed her. Raven kissed him back and despite wanting to be with him pulled back.
He groaned as he licked his lips.
“As much as I want to. I have to go find Ivar.” Raven told him, biting her lip as she notice how he was lustily looking at her.
He nodded. “I’ll see you at night.”
He went to pull her into another kiss.
“Ah…save that for later.” Raven said, avoiding him. She knew he wouldn’t let her go after another kiss. And she wouldn’t let go either.
“Bye.” Raven said, giggling as she kissed him on the cheek and ran out the room.
“Ivar, are you ready?” Raven said, challenging him.
She held her knife. They were gonna practice throwing knives at a distance.
Ivar scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I was born ready. You, on the other hand, need my training.” He playfully said, tossing his knife at the target.
Raven laughed. She threw her knife without breaking eye contact with Ivar.
It landed on the handle of his knife.
“Well, seems like I don’t need your training, or do I?” Raven said, cocking her head to the side.
Ivar shrugged his shoulders and said, “Hmm…maybe not at knife throwing but I can teach you how to do some other things. Maybe this will help your relationship.”
Raven laughed and pointed at Ivar as she said, “Aww…my king I think you need to get your look eyesight checked. However, as curious as I am about the training you would give me…I have to reject your kind offer. As for my relationship…mmm…it leaves us breathless.”
Ivar smirked. She knows how much I love being called king.
“No need to blush, my king.” Raven playfully said.
Ivar shook his head, looking away when his cheeks turned red.
“Whatever. Did you see your sister?” Ivar asked, watching as Raven pulled the knife from the tree.
Raven bit lip in frustration. It’s better he finds out on his own.
“Uh, yeah. She said she’ll look for you later.” Raven said, pulling the knife out with a sigh.
Ivar nodded.
“Anyway, we should head back.”
Stay around for more of Ivar the Boneless Loyal Friend, Raven
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